Warm Stream

It comes at night and its warmth burns my eyes
as it falls it leaves a mark
when I no longer hear yours but my own breath.
Deep inside no one knows
what I’m feeling, this feeling
what I’m wishing, this wish,
if only it were a dream
wake up to new eyes.
At night when all is dark, I open my eyes
to nothing but a feeling,
the feel of a warm stream
coming down my eyes.


I hate this feeling
I know what it means.
It’s haunted me times before,
It overpowers me.

It’s bittersweet
It’s everything but what it needs to be.
The end is near, I feel it
I’m so bad at this.

What makes you a sad Santa?

This is a very random thought. Sometimes, some people just can't wait until Christmas again!
How about this other thought?

In that bedroom scene, Emma Thompson communicates the agony that she's feeling (or what her character is feeling) flawlessly. I just wanted to strangle her idiot husband. LOL. If you've ever watched the movie Love Actually, you know what I mean.